Lawrence Watt-Evans - The Vondish Ambassador

"What does the Guild care about Ethshar?" demanded the man who had first asked her who she was.

Ithinia glared at him. "I'm not done," she said. She gestured toward Lar. "And this man is Lar Samber's son, ambassador plenipotentiary from the Empire of Vond to the court of Azrad VII, and the reason you have done all this. He speaks for Lord Sterren, Regent of the Empire."

Lar bowed.

"And the rest of them?" the man on the balcony asked. "Who are these soldiers?"

"These are the men of Ethshar's city guard, brought to ensure that our prisoners remain prisoners, and that no assassin troubles any of my party. The gargoyles are my personal attendants. That young man is Emmis of Shiphaven, Lar's aide. Bragen the Black, our demonologist, and Radler the Divine, our theurgist, are here to show that the Guild does not stand alone among magicians in this; and Annis the Merchant, of Ashthasa, conspired with your spies, and is here as the unwilling representative of Prince Sammel."

"You seem to have been thorough," one of the lords replied.

Ithinia nodded an acknowledgment.

"And what are you all here for?" another lord asked.

"To keep you all from doing something monumentally stupid," Ithinia replied. "You are concerned that the Empire of Vond intends to continue its expansion, and that your lands would be a natural target for such an expansion, and you have committed crimes in order to prevent that. I am here to inform you that there will be no such expansion. The Wizards' Guild will destroy the Empire entirely should any Vondish soldier set foot across Lumeth's border with hostile intent."

That sent a stir through the crowd. Emmis glanced at Lar, and saw that he did not look dismayed in the least by this threat; instead he looked relieved.

"You should have known that we have interests in your kingdom that mean we would not allow you to be overrun," Ithinia continued. "We did not teach Morkai of Crooked Hill how to use Hallin's Transporting Fissure out of sheer generosity, or to aid you in sending out spies. But you are also concerned that another mighty warlock like the Great Vond might arise in the Empire, and that we would not interfere with other schools of magic. I hereby inform you that the Wizards' Guild will require the Empire to forbid entry to any and all warlocks, and will do everything it can to prevent any warlocks from taking any Vondish person as an apprentice. Furthermore, I have brought Bragen and Radler to assure you that the Guild will not act alone in this – we will see to it that demonologists and theurgists will aid in enforcing this decree. And Lord Ildirin can attest that the Hegemony of the Three Ethshars will join in, and will not allow warlocks to take ship for any port in the Small Kingdoms south of Londa. The Council of Warlocks has agreed to this, as well."

Lar was not merely relieved now, but smiling.

"It would seem this dreadful 'judgment' of yours is entirely in our favor," one of the Lumethan nobles called back, as one of the others hastily translated Ithinia's words into Lumethan for the two who appeared to know no Ethsharitic.

"Oh, no," Ithinia said. "It is not. Because all these demands will apply to Lumeth of the Towers, just as they will to the Empire. Any Lumethan agent who sets foot in the Empire unasked does so on penalty of death; if a single Lumethan soldier crosses the border without imperial consent, this city, and everyone in it, will be slaughtered – men, women, and children. No spies, no assassins, no saboteurs shall be sent, or all your lives are forfeit. Nor shall you knowingly aid any other kingdom that attempts to subvert or attack the Empire."

The men on the balcony did not reply to that; after a moment's silence Ithinia continued. "Likewise, we did not bring a representative of the Council of Warlocks with us because the practice of warlockry is hereby forbidden in Lumeth of the Towers. The crime of warlockry shall be punishable by immediate execution. If there are any warlocks within your borders they have three days to leave, and they are to go as far and as fast as possible – we will not allow them to take refuge in Shassala, Gajamor, Calimor, Eknissamor, Yaroia, Zenda, or Kalithon."

Emmis was not sure just where those places were, but he glanced at Lar again, and discovered that the Vondish ambassador was grinning broadly. "That's every kingdom bordering Lumeth," Lar whispered. "It's half the Empire's northern border!"

"If you're worried that the Empire is planning to attack you," Ithinia concluded, "you will find a wizard and inform the Guild. You will not undertake any action on your own. Is that understood?"

The party on the balcony exchanged looks, but except for the running translation no one spoke at first. Then Ithinia waved a hand and pointed at one of them; his beard burst into flame.

"I said, is that understood?" she shouted.

"Yes!" one of the men called back, as two of the others used hands and sleeves to smother the burning beard.

Then Ithinia turned and beckoned to the guards holding the Lumethan prisoners. She grabbed the first by the back of the neck and forced him to his knees on the pavement in front of her.

"I return to you Hagai of Lumeth, who is guilty of espionage and conspiracy to commit murder in Ethshar of the Spices. Because he was acting in your service the Hegemony of the Three Ethshars and the Wizards' Guild will allow him to live, but he is never again to set foot outside Lumeth's borders." She flung the bound theurgist down onto the stones of the plaza and left him lying there as she moved on to the next.

"And this is Neyam the Witch, who was sent to hire thugs in the Hundred-Foot Field. One of his minions has already been hanged, and the overlord's magistrates had him flogged yesterday, but he was permitted to heal himself, and he, too, we will allow to live, so long as he remains within your borders."

She flung him down as well, and grabbed the third man. "Finally we have your wizard, Morkai of Crooked Hill, who the Guild had entrusted with certain magic intended for use in guarding the ancient towers for which your land is named, and who used one of those spells not to summon aid in an emergency, as was intended, but to transport himself and his companions to the dunes south of Ethshar of the Spices, so that they might spy on the Vondish ambassador. He then used his membership in the Guild to call upon the services of a fellow wizard, Felder of Arena Street, in summoning Fendel's Assassin and directing it to kill the ambassador. Because he is a wizard, the overlord delivered him unscathed into my keeping, for the Guild to deal with; he, too, is confined to Lumeth of the Towers for the remainder of his life, and for his abuse of the privileges granted him, he is hereby cast out of the Wizards' Guild." With that she shoved Morkai aside and held out a hand.

One of the Ethsharitic guards had obviously been told what to do; he passed her a knife, one that looked ordinary enough but that Emmis supposed must be Morkai's wizard's dagger. Ithinia took it, and touched it with her own knife; violet fire flared up briefly from both blades.

Then she threw it to the ground and signaled to the guard, who knelt, picked up the knife, and thrust its point deep into one of the cracks between paving stones, so that it stood upright.

Then he bent it until the blade snapped off.

Morkai screamed through his gag, and fell writhing on the stone, startling Emmis – and all the other observers, apparently, except the other wizards.

"What's going on?" Lar asked, his smile gone and his face pale. "Why is he doing that?"

"It must be a spell of some kind," Emmis said, turning up an empty palm. "The knife was enchanted somehow."

"She didn't tell us she was going to do that!"

"He tried to kill you, sir," Emmis reminded him.